Al: As I said, we always resolved our differences with a nice cup of tea.
Tim: What are you - the Queen Mother?
Al: No. But nothing like a cup of Earl Grey to soothe sibling rivalry.
Cal: Of course, I would have preferred chamomile.
Al: Chamomile? You never said anything.
Cal: Well, you never asked.
Al: Cal, I can't believe this. You hold back on your tea preferences and then blurt it out on my television show?
Tim: Your television show?
Cal: For another thing, I'm getting sick and tired of you always flaunting your success.
Al: Well, you're just jealous because I have a prestigious career and you're just a lowly physicist!
Tim: Boys, television show. Live audience.